Show me the right path, O Lord;
point out the road for me to follow.

[psalm.25.four] (via definedbyyou)

The sweet small clumsy feet of April came
into the ragged meadow of my soul.

E.E Cummings, from ”If I Have Made My Lady Intricate” (via nsana)

And all of a sudden, every overly romanticized dream, every musing and mulling of a faraway, out of this world, mind blowing, earth shattering, heart wrenching love just didn’t seem real to me anymore. Hollywood love stories, whisk you away romance… it all became so paper thin.
It was you.
You, who made my life feel solid. You, who were unshakeable. You, whose love didn’t shatter my world, rather, piece by piece put it back together… You, whose love didn’t blow my mind, but simply and sweetly put its fears at ease.
Suddenly it seemed, that it was you that became real. 
And everything else fell away, like waking from a terrifyingly beautiful nightmare, to a fiercely comforting reality.

When you look around at the six people that you spend the most time with, that’s who you are. I think that in making those decisions in who you are going to be married to, who your friends are going to be, those are really huge, critical, life decisions. Who gets to talk to you everyday, is almost like the food that you eat. It is a very huge critical situation to choose who the people are that you are spending your life with, spending your time with and who you are choosing to give your love and everything to.

Will Smith (via awweb)

themountainlaurel:

Jesse Chamberlin Photography

bookslooks:

Rifle Paper co

takemetomountains:

Worry is distrust. Worry is disbelief. Worry is suspect. 

A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself, and only herself.

Maya Angelou (via awakenedvibrations)